Sunday, bloody Sunday.

Brunch at Max London’s downtown today for giant helpings of eggs, creme fraiche, groovy tunes, football scores, and Bloody Marys.

[Celebrating the Jaguars’ win over the Jets… sorry, New York!]

[Huevos Rancheros breakfast pizza.]

[Waffle with poached eggs, salmon, and chive creme fraiche.]

[Rob’s mouth makes a heart when he smiles. So I drew it on the take-out box.]

[Inside the ladies’ bathroom.]

[Awesome and creepy. Love it.]

Rob says he’s not eating for a month, but I’m scouring the house for vodka and worcestershire…

-Carey